[ CHORUS ]I got some killers on the payroll, and they knowWhen it's time to handle business, nigga, lay low

[ Phats Bossi ]Money to double, still in the struggle, stuck to my hustleWe all fight back like maniacs with broke knucklesIt's mo' trouble cause now we seein you niggasPaint a vivid-ass picture, Boss spittin the scripturesNigga, I'm Bossi, Bosslin done turned to cash fiendI straight pop codeine and drink gasolineWhat what, I'm too sick for y'allTatted with dragons till I fall, givin dick to y'allIn this pitfall I'm on the grind for mineMy people choose a life of crime, pistol-pushin with ninesOn the payroll, apply the pressure when we say soMy troops turn wacko, shoot through your backdo'My life real, seen a man die slowAnd I still can't sleep, sweatin bullets fo' sho'So don't push me, Boss is one tough cookieMy team Regime, pumpin them shots out a hooptie

[ Mad Max ]Who down to rock with the murder plot of a cop killerDrop niggas, spillin they brains, rollin with hot niggasRot with a club to your face for tryin to rock with usStraight up, get razorblade-cut for fuckin with usRegime superiors, Max Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interiorRippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' materialMy whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High PriestI got some real killer muthafuckas behind meAnd I be obviously on top of thingsWith the Regime I'm too clean, make it a murder sceneGlocks and murder beam, niggas ain't never heard of meBurnin em to the third degree, leavin niggas in the infirmaryWait for recoupin, still choosin your brain, stupid The Dragon recruited real niggas for thug musicSo peep game and next time you speak my nameBe prepared for incoming from the heat of the flameRegime

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[ Tech N9ne ]Regime Killer number one, I'm back up in this bitch with YukmeezOn the payroll so I spray those foes, make you get on your kneesFor the pesos Tech N9na ???? great holes with theseYou stay yellin you'se a merely killer for the cheese, nigga pleaseAwfully sick, he tryin to fuck, so off with his dickCan't floss and he blitzed, molotow in his lipsTossin his dick in a box of chocolates and walk in his shipTalk to his bitch and whisper (he loved you) softer to kiss(He bows down) You get ???? N9ne ????(We wild now) You wanna rewind mine, I'm prime timeQwest Records tryin to hold a nigga backSo I ???? Saafir and tellin me ???? get his shit backOff with their heads, let them hang highCaught in their beds, let it ???? dieTech Neen, I'm a fiend for strings by Mike DeanFor the green I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!"

[ Poppa LQ ]Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand cripsWith a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clipsNo 50 Cent can come to Cali and rob nobodyCause gees catch and send his ass back a cold bodyYoung guns'll lay ya down regardless who you areShit, we make a livin out of extortin you starsRobbin you for your jewelry, snatchin you out your carsPoverty's a plague, I rob before I begBut you don't expect me to score, times are hardYou're broke but you're scared to steal and break a lawYou need not worry 'bout me, I live it rawA hustler with a cause, flippin paper, gotta ballI had to crawl before I walked but now I'm standin tall on emLookin down on em, 'bout to drop my balls on emIt's time for platinum minin, military grindinRight when these suckers ???? start declinin

[ Governor Matic ]Yuk threw me on part 2Regime Brick City niggas mobbin when we come throughNigga, the Governor got it sowed up, spots get blowed upFunk Doc, Diesel Don, yo, them niggas even showed upAs I rolled up, the nine Glock get load upFor the hold-up, the new hundreds we fold upConfiscate drugs, niggas' mouths get taped upKids get draped up and bitch up-slapped the make upThen I take up all clothes, jewels and paperYou got 'cash money', but you don't wanna run the safe, ha?Nigga, don't play dumb, I'm steady gettin money from those that hold upUsed to drink weed tea, now my shit robustNow hold up, car patrolled upIt was 12 Outsidaz in a two-door ToyotaWe splatter brains over crack cocaineIn the court we still came to pay Judge Mills LaneNigga, it's not a questionMy uzi weighs a ton, 'll have you undressinLike you was strippin down on WesternKillers on the payroll, pockets stay swollHearts stay cold, that's why we's on payroll

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Regime Life, niggasThug ritualsRegime LifeThug LordRegime Life, nigga

[ Yukmouth ]Now where them toy soldiers at? There they go, right cheaGet them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch itWhere them toy soldiers at? There they go, right cheaKeep them bitches, kill them niggas, there they go, watch itGet that bitin-ass rapper, wanna-be actorFake non-playin Basketball nigga that got dropped from the RaptorsI spit in your face and slap ya, boyWith a .38 kidnap ya, boyDuctape and wrap ya, boy???? and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boyMash ya, boy, I hate Master P like Pastor TroyShame on that nigga for tryin to steal a name from a niggaIce Cream Man put flames to a niggaI figured by now that nigga done been broke off some scrilla for stealin that shitBut until then I'm killin that bitchAll you got is Snoop Dogg and Mystikal in your clickAnd all them other muthafuckas are like Mystikal-in your clickYou're still in this shit, "Fuck Yuk, I ain't feelin his shit'But fuck you too, you fell off and I'm still in this bitchWilling to rip the fuckin head off a villain that's sickMy raps burn like ghonorrhea, need penicillin to spitThe Thug Lord, Ayatollah, fire the flameRappers tired in the game, make em retire againFuck gold, fuck platinum, nigga, I did that shitIn '95 and '96, so what you did ain't shitNiggas go triple platinum, nigga, do some amazin shitSome eyebrow-risin shit and quit hatin, ya bitchHow the fuck you a mack when you beat down hoes?At videos give a bad-ass bitch a bloody noseNigga, the studio in compton I put you on in '84You was a crackhead in dirty-ass clothes with dopefiend flowsBroke muthafucka out livin on skid rowNigga, you from L.A., you ain't even from the Big OThis year them bitch-ass niggas gon' get theirsYou swingin from my balls, why you down there smell my dick hairsYa bitchAnd Dru Down, the real Mack of the Year, ya bitch-ass niggaLongevity that, huhBitch